chapter 11 - Maisie

Out of all the people I could see at the wedding, anyone across Houston, it could have been the pope or maybe the god; it could have been the guy who bullied her at school for being small or nerdy or for not having friends, but no, it had to be the guy from the coffee shop. Not that she was complaining; it seems like I couldn't stop thinking about him or even remember his name. It wasn't that he was particularly striking or interesting-looking, either. Okay, so that was a total lie, and if anyone could hear my thoughts, they would probably say the same thing if they knew who I was gaping at. But there he was, standing at the front of the church, his head slightly cocked to the side, as if he were listening to a secret being whispered just for him. The way the sunlight streamed through the windows behind him, casting a warm glow over his face and shoulders, made him seem almost sinful. And for some reason, even though I have a job to do and I was doing it, I couldn't help but not take